Sex and Alternative Content Warning: This story also contains scenes of a sexual nature between two women. This story is not for those under the age of eighteen.
Uber Warning: This story is an uber. The two characters are based off of the leading ladies of XENA WARRIOR PRINCESS.
Timeline: This story begins about a week or so after the ending of 'Arresting Behaviour' series.
Thanks: I would like to take a moment and thank ALL of the people who e-mailed me, demanding another series. I received no fewer than 65 messages and still going. I believe I set the bar a bit low at 6 responses. I hope this series turns out as good as "The Gang's All Here." and "Arresting Behavior-Rookie Year."
Author's Notes: This is the first installment to my 'Two Cops' series. I urge you to read my two series', The Gang's All Here and Arresting Behavior. All POSITIVE comments are welcome. Negatives I will simply ignore. Send your thoughts to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Megan woke me from a sound sleep. I got up and switched on the lamp next to our bed. Our screaming daughter was unhappy. "Shhhhh. What's the matter, Princess?" I whispered, trying not to wake Gabby. I could see the sun beginning to peak through. I picked Megan up and cradled her on my shoulder. I reached into the bed and picked up her pacifier, sticking it in that mouth of hers. She quieted and leaned sleepily into me.
"You better stop all that racket." I whispered. "Or Mama will have us both in the doghouse." I walked her for several minutes before I returned her to her bed, kissing her on the forehead. I quietly shut off the light.
Poor Gabby has not slept decently since Megan arrived. I think it mainly has to do with that damn aunt of her's, Big J. I swear if that bitch tries to hurt Gabby again, I'll rip her throat out. I could tell Gabby was getting a case of burnout. She's just working and working and working. Plus taking care of Megan while I'm gone.
Cameron and Jenny can't get enough of our daughter. When Gabby took her over for the first time, it took three hours to pry them away from her. Jenny happily volunteered as our baby-sitter. Thank the gods. Well, might as well head to work. I'm already up.
I snapped on my gun belt and picked up Megan, wrapping her up snugly in her blanket.
"Gabby." I rubbed my hand across her cheek, the quickest way to get her up.
"Yeah." she croaked.
"I'm leaving okay? I'm taking 'super lungs' to Jenny's."
"Okay. Be careful." She sat up and kissed Megan on the cheek. "Bye Sweetie." she smiled at the infant.
"Hey, what about me?" I pouted. She pulled me down for a 'kiss'. Her lips left mine with a smacking sound.
"Yes. Bye Babe."
"Bye, Ze." she yawned.
I cut across the lawn to Jenny's and knocked. She answers with a rather sad face.
"Yeah." she sighed. "Come on in."
"If you don't feel up to it, I can take Megan to the daycare across the street from the
"No you won't." she smiled. "Come here, Princess." she started to pull Megan out of my arms. Once again that tiny hand grabbed my badge. She's getting in the habit of doing that. "Trying to choke Mommy huh?" Jenny cooed. I pried my daughter away from her latest toy. For a six week old, she's gotta grip.
"Are you sure your okay?"
"I'm fine, Zena. Just been doing some thinking." We sat on the couch. "Having Megan has been great. I mean I really love taking care of her for ya. Its just....you guys are so lucky to have gotten her. Cammy and I would never be able to adopt. I asked her if I could get pregnant. She said she wasn't 'sharing' me with anyone else."
"I can understand that logic, Jenny."
"I know Zena, but its the only way. It'd be just long enough to get pregnant, but she can't stand the idea."
"Hang in there. You guys will work something out....In fact I was thinking of something last night."
"Well I haven't ran it by Gabby yet but.....I was thinking if something were to happen to us...."
"Don't talk like that Zena." she interrupted.
"Jenny, we are police officers. One of the most dangerous jobs on Earth." I smiled. "It doubles in Los Angeles. What I'm trying to get at is, I want you two to be Megan's guardians. If I die, I hate to think my daughter would go back into that system again." She smiled widely and looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms.
"I'd be honored Zena and I'm sure Cammy would feel the same way. Let us know okay?"
"I will. Well off to work." I reached over and kissed Megan goodbye.
I was looking over my latest files when Tori sauntered over. I haven't seen her since my leg surgery. Not long enough if she still wants my 'affections'. "Hey long time, no see Zena."
"How's your leg?"
"Fine." I said without looking up.
"Heard you tied the knot." I raised my left hand and wiggled my ring finger. "Ohhhhhh.
That's beautiful." She took my hand and began to examine my ring. After a minute, I
yanked my hand back when she started to rub my knuckles. "Zena." she whispered. "Can
I talk to you in private?"
"I'm busy, Tori."
"You're always busy." she snorted and stalked off. Only then did I look up. Suddenly, for some reason, I felt sorry for her. I got up and dragged myself over to her desk.
"What is it?"
"I've got a.....problem." she whispered. I sighed.
"What kind of problem, Tori?"
"Can we talk in private or not?" I thought for a moment. I am the head of this department. Something tells me this 'problem' isn't work related. I motioned and she followed.
I closed the door to the conference room. "What?" She just looked intently at me.
"Why did you marry Gabby?"
"Gods." I sighed. "You know Tori, you are about two seconds from not being my friend anymore and three words away from getting your ass kicked.....My personal life is none of your business. You seem to have forgotten who your superior officer here is." I was about to lose it.
"Zena, I love you. I didn't choose you. I just fell head over heels in love. You of all people should know you can't choose who you fall in love with."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Well." she shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sure you really didn't want to fall for street scum and end up raising someone else's brat when you could have...*punch*.
All I heard in that room was my heavy breathing. Tori looked up at me from her spot on the floor, holding her nose. "Don't you EVER talk about my family. So help me, I'll make you wish you were never born." I never raised my voice, but I seemed to have made my point. "Get up." I motioned. I grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet. I walked over to the table and grabbed several tissues out of the box. "Here, tilt your head back." I placed the tissue in her hand and placed her hand on her bleeding nose. "I'm sorry." I apologized. I'm growing soft.
As I walked down the hall towards the cruisers, a hand yanked me by my shirt into the captain's office. "Sit." he pushed me to the chair in front of his desk. I've had it now.
"Why did you strike Officer Devin?"
"I didn't ask for an apology!!!! Just a reason!!!!" The captain's bellowing voice was enough to make rookies wet their pants, but I've grown accustomed to it. Really doesn't bother me anymore. Besides, he is the best man I have ever served under.
"She made an unpleasant remark about my wife and daughter, Sir." He smiled, then laughed.
"I don't care what she said, Walker. DON'T ever strike your subordinates....while your on duty." he whispered that last part through his hand.
"Now get outta my office!!!!" I lept up and hauled ass before I got another lecture, slipping on my shades as I walked out.
I hated serving search warrants. We got a call on a narcotics dealer on Giller. BIG surprise. I slipped on my vest and got into the transport van. We waited patiently until the GO was signaled. To the average onlooker, it would appear we were running through a house yelling "POLICE!!" and waving our weapons. That was the long and short of it, but it never fails to amaze me at how smooth and organized a good raid is. A raid is always good when no one gets hurts, suspects or us. This one went off with out a hitch.
After searching everywhere else, I pulled the door to the attic down. "Be careful, Sarge." I nodded as I lept and grabbed the ledge hoisting myself up into the hole. I wasn't surprised to find two teenagers hunched in the corner. I drew my gun and pushed them face down. When my comrades heard me yell. "POLICE!!! GET DOWN!!! DOWN NOW!!!" They skittered up into the attic to assist me. One of the little basterds spit in my face. He better be glad I was in a somewhat mellow mood today.
I walked the length of the attic. I searched several boxes, finding nothing. I turned and caught something shiny in the right corner. I moved over. "Burke." I motioned. He came over and looked down. He whistled.
"Whoa." Several guns lay scattered. TEK 9, AK47, SKS, among others.
"Pretty heavy arsenal for small time dealers." I said to myself. "These little shits can't use these weapons, Burke." I whispered. They'd blow themselves to pieces." The oldest looked to be about fourteen.
"Then whose are they?" I have a pretty good idea given the location of this house. Giller
Hell Cat side, need I say more.
There was no doubt in my mind those weapons were Hell Cat property. Judging by the reactions we got they were scared of something and it wasn't us. "My guess is those dealers stole those weapons from Janet Dasson." the captain commented.
"But we have no proof." I sighed. The captain had been trying for literally years to shut Big J down, with no success.
"Get it, Walker."
"Yes sir. My team is good, but Big J is not that easy to catch. With her loyal following of delinquents, junkies, and runaways she's too slick to be caught 'holding the bag'. There was only one person I know that might be able to shut J down."
I was glad to finally be done today. I grudged in to find Gabby and Ares in the living
room. "Hey, Baby. How was your shift?"
"Tiring." I sighed. I decided not to ask just yet about my idea. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "Where's Megan?"
"Asleep. Just fed her a little while ago." I dropped down onto the couch next to her.
"Work tonight?" I yawned.
"Nope, but I gotta go to the station for a couple of hours. Mandatory meeting."
"Don't you just love those." I placed my head in her lap, lying down. The last sensation to register was the fingers trailing absently through my hair.
I got up carefully, placing Ze's head on a pillow. She was worn out. I decided to just let her sleep where she was. I sat down with Ares on the floor, propping back against the couch, to finish watching my movie.
It wasn't very long before a strong arm snaked down and stroked my shoulder. I turned my head to see lazy blue eyes looking at me. "What time is it?"
"Uhhhh seven. I gotta go in a bit. You going to be okay with Megan? She's been kinda a fussy all day."
"Yeah." She yawned. "What time are you coming back?"
"Around eleven." Ze finally found the energy to get up and get undressed.
The meeting was horrible as usual. I was happy to get home. I opened the door and walked into the living room. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Zena on the couch in her boxers and a T-shirt with Megan lying on her chest. I smiled and walked over quietly to her desk drawer and pulled out Ze's camera. I had to get this. I snapped two shots and put it back. "Hey." she croaked before I was able to get close.
"Hi." She rubbed her eyes carefully. I stroked our daughter's head softly, making sure not to wake her. I smelled something. I sniffed again.
"She's got a little cough. I gave her a vapor bath." Ze said softly as she cradled Megan as she sat up.
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah." Ze smiled down. "She's okay."
On cue, those little blue eyes opened...and so did that mouth. It started as a quiet fussing noise and gradually escalated into a full blown wailing. "Shhhhhhh." Ze soothed.
"Here...." Ze held her out for me. "Your turn Mama." she yawned. Ohhhh boy. End one shift, start another. I love it though. I cradled Megan and began to walk her up and down the length of the living room while Ze looked on.
"Is she hungry?" I asked.
"Just fed her....."Ze looked over at the clock. "forty minutes ago. Check the diaper." she smiled. My wife is getting a kick out of the teasing for the diaper changes. I checked my daughter and sighed in relief, dry as a desert and clean. I could almost make out a frown on my wife's face because I got off easy.
"I ALWAYS have to change her." Ze pouted.
"You do not." I countered. "I've changed her too." I smiled. Megan decided she was done with her screaming...for the moment anyway.
"Let's go to bed."
I awoke alone as usual. Zena amazes me with that 'up with the roosters' attitude of hers. I'm glad she lets me sleep in. It was almost ten. I got up and drudged lazily to the living room. I found Ze feeding Megan. "Want me to do that? Give you a break." Ze wordlessly handed over the baby. She yawned loudly. "Seems I'm not the only one missing sleep." I sat down next to her on the couch.
"Not much. Hey Gabby?"
"Can I ask you a few questions about....Big J?" I looked up immediately.
"Sure I guess."
"Is she involved in weapons dealing?"
"Yeah. Not real heavy though. The Cats usually buy their own pieces."
"What about heavy stuff like automatic rifles, stuff like that."
"Well." I sighed. "if she has any, its for profit not for her own personal use. Why? Did you find some on her?"
"Not exactly. We found them in an attic on Giller. The kids that had them weren't the owners. So I just thought they might be J's."
"Its possible." I shifted Megan onto my shoulder and gently rubbed her back. "The kids were probably fronting them for her. If times get rough, she trades the guns for angel dust, crack, whatever she wants."
"Do you don't think she'd use them herself?"
"No. She's more...discreet than that." My wife nodded.
"Thanks, Sweetie." she kissed me and Megan before picking up the phone and walking into the bedroom.
Man, I wish Gabby and I could spend more time together With us both working different shifts, I only see my daughter and wife in passing. I hate it. After speaking with the captain, he began to put together an undercover gun buy. Whether we caught her or not, I want her off the streets. As I turned the corner of Mason, I got a call.
"Unit 344." I picked up the radio mic.
"We have a report of a 647. North Fowler."
"Roger, Dispatch." I hit the lights and sped up. I was only a few minutes away.
It wasn't hard to spot the suspect. The man was wobbling/walking in the middle of the street, still holding a beer bottle. I stopped my cruiser several feet away. For some reason. I reached into the seat and grabbed my L.A.P.D baseball cap, slipping it on my head as I exited. "Sir. Step over here please."
"Suuurrrr Maaaaaddammme." He slurred.
"How much have you had to drink today? Put the bottle down." I gestured as I walked around behind him.
"Abbbbout two." He held up four fingers. Ogggggg. I unclipped my mic from my belt.
"Dispatch. Send me a wagon for transport. I'm at the North end of Fowler."
"Put the bottle down." I said more sternly. He still didn't reply. He suddenly turned and struck me in the side of the head, shattering the bottle and causing me to stumble. Burns was the first I saw tackle the man as I shook the cobwebs.
"You okay, Sarge?" he asked.
"Yeah." I winced rubbing the side of my head. "I'm okay." The man continued to rant.
"I kicked your ass, Lady. Woommmaannn shouldn't be copzzzzz man." he smiled.
"Shut up." Langley pulled the man to his feet. "I'll kick your ass, Man." I assisted him in pushing the man across the hood of a cruiser. I began to empty his pockets one by one.
"I got you good, Lady." he smiled.
"Yeah ya did." I said softly as I frisked him. "Is there anything down your crotch?"
"You bet. Want it?" I pushed him farther onto the hood.
"It won't be there much longer if you don't shut...the...fuck..up." I motioned Burns and he checked.
"Hey I wanted her to doooo itttt." he smiled.
"Oh no." I smiled. "You would be minus your little friend, Mister. Let's go." It was a job getting him into the wagon. For a moment I though we'd have to tether him, but he finally cooperated after another threat to his 'anatomy'.
"Better be lucky you had on your hat, Sarge. He coulda gashed ya pretty good."
"Yeah I know. Take it easy."
The hat remained in place, even during my lunch hour. As I passed a shop, holding my lunch, a hamburger, in my hand I saw a cute toy in the window. I smiled and decided to make a little detour.
I couldn't help it. I had to run home with my newly purchased items. I dashed into the house. "Baby?"
"Yeah." Gabby called from the kitchen.
"I got you guys something." I smiled. I pulled the Winnie the Pooh plush toy from behind my back. "This is for Megan and...." I pulled the Tigger out from behind my back "this is for you." I smiled. I knew how much she loved Tigger.
"Ahhh baby. Thank you." she smiled and hugged me. "You didn't have to get me anything." She kissed me soundly on the lips. "Wait a minute. Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Yeah so." I walked over to our daughter's crib and placed the Winnie the Pooh next to her other favorite toy, my teddy bear that Josh gave me. I reached down and tenderly rubbed a tiny fist that was peaking out from the pink Baby Minnie blanket. "Bye Sweet Pea." I whispered, before turning around and kissing my wife goodbye.
"You are so sweet, Zena. I love you."
"Love you, too. My lunch ended ten minutes ago. Gotta haul ass."
"Be careful." she called as I jogged out as quickly as I had come in.
I patrolled my usual route until I got a call of gang members loitering around a bus stop, scaring away potential passengers. I rounded Giller and I saw....Big J. She was sitting on a bench with at least twenty Hell Cats around her. She did seven months before they released her. In L.A that's not unusual. I pulled to the curb. I stepped out to several taunting calls.
"What'd we do, Officer?"
"Ohhhhhhh frisk me, Cop." I ignored them and stopped two feet from the seated Big J.
"You want somethin', Walker?" she smiled. "Did my niece arrest you?" Everyone burst into laughter. I sighed and took off my sunglasses. Her smile faded when she caught the look in my eye.
"I'm going to ask you ladies to move along." They laughed again.
"Move along." J laughed. "What are we....cattle?" she smiled.
"With that cheap shit cologne your wearing, you smell like one." She stood, slowly. The women on my sides seem to close in around me. I wasted no time in pulling my beretta and letting it daggle next to my leg, but that didn't stop them from surrounding me.
Continued in Part 2.